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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love as she lies here beside me asleep with the night. And her hair, in a fine mist floats on my pillow, reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
2189 2019-01-03 02:59:06 139.53 96%