Come to me my melancholy baby. Cuddle up and don't be blue. All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe. You know, dear, that I'm in love with you. Every cloud must have a silver lining. Wait until the sun shines through. Smile, my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear, or else I shall be melancholy too.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 620 | 2019-02-20 23:07:58 | 87.00 | 98% |