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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1407 | 2020-12-17 21:14:49 | 55.36 | 97% |
881 | 2020-12-01 00:15:06 | 48.14 | 97% |