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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961 | 2020-02-07 11:11:06 | 66.94 | 97% |
378 | 2019-10-10 17:34:21 | 67.15 | 96% |