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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8156 | 2021-07-09 11:34:48 | 101.95 | 98% |
6977 | 2017-09-30 13:16:41 | 106.14 | 98% |