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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890 | 2024-01-11 23:14:58 | 86.47 | 97.6% |
41 | 2022-08-24 12:01:54 | 63.79 | 96% |