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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1772 | 2022-05-23 17:41:19 | 111.56 | 99% |
259 | 2022-03-31 17:54:42 | 92.29 | 98% |