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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1302 | 2022-01-10 13:14:00 | 86.64 | 96% |
199 | 2021-01-13 10:20:41 | 74.11 | 98% |