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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11879 | 2021-02-17 18:38:25 | 109.36 | 97% |
6889 | 2017-10-19 11:41:44 | 86.58 | 97% |