You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song. You are the angel glow that lights a star, the dearest things I know are what you are. Some day my happy arms will hold you, and some day I'll know that moment divine when all the things you are, are mine.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1968 | 2023-06-21 18:18:38 | 88.08 | 96% |
130 | 2022-07-08 05:26:45 | 54.36 | 94% |