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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3571 | 2020-05-14 05:53:39 | 90.20 | 97% |
2849 | 2020-03-17 05:31:00 | 79.55 | 95% |