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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1568 | 2024-04-29 22:31:47 | 109.54 | 97.8% |
| 859 | 2024-04-15 05:44:15 | 97.04 | 98.5% |