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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10100 | 2024-11-11 09:45:08 | 97.00 | 96.3% |
| 8081 | 2023-11-04 15:20:30 | 101.33 | 97.3% |