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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6933 | 2019-04-10 18:07:33 | 70.94 | 95% |
4983 | 2018-03-16 19:55:14 | 77.77 | 95% |