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When the little bluebird, who has never said a word, starts to sing, "Spring, spring." When the little bluebell, at the bottom of the dell, starts to ring, ding ding. When the little blue clerk, in the middle of his work, starts a tune to the moon up above. It is nature, that's all, simply telling us to fall in love.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
30303 2020-03-29 22:18:59 82.87 99%
29887 2020-03-19 13:01:45 80.37 99%
26181 2019-11-02 14:23:05 82.88 100%
23620 2019-08-09 19:41:48 78.04 99%