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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2041 | 2018-08-11 07:28:36 | 57.51 | 95% |
1204 | 2017-09-11 15:52:02 | 54.23 | 96% |