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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3331 | 2022-11-02 02:07:16 | 79.88 | 98% |
2124 | 2019-09-27 15:46:49 | 65.14 | 96% |