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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6193 | 2019-05-26 22:46:56 | 82.70 | 97% |
782 | 2018-03-29 15:09:20 | 75.63 | 97% |