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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1274 | 2018-12-27 03:56:25 | 75.18 | 98% |
171 | 2018-10-26 11:23:20 | 78.57 | 97% |