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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2891 | 2022-12-30 04:20:17 | 44.66 | 93% |
1257 | 2022-05-17 10:35:41 | 42.58 | 95% |