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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3180 | 2021-09-11 20:51:56 | 105.80 | 97% |
2793 | 2021-05-12 22:35:54 | 122.41 | 98% |
2615 | 2021-04-04 21:43:22 | 123.29 | 99% |