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One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie. A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky. We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree. The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
8635 2019-03-17 14:15:50 132.00 98%
7823 2018-07-27 14:17:32 146.37 98%
7819 2018-07-27 14:08:45 133.52 98%
7787 2018-07-16 18:05:30 139.26 97%
6605 2017-12-28 12:15:40 131.05 97%