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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14601 | 2023-11-09 11:41:20 | 85.34 | 96.7% |
11855 | 2021-11-30 05:49:07 | 97.61 | 98% |