She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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9612 | 2021-02-27 04:50:42 | 81.29 | 95.6% |
5429 | 2018-07-12 01:19:58 | 91.61 | 97% |