My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees. My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze, to laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way, to sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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2591 | 2021-12-08 20:56:41 | 104.22 | 98% |
681 | 2021-08-06 17:35:05 | 90.99 | 96% |