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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913 | 2021-03-11 03:30:29 | 43.62 | 96% |
186 | 2021-01-10 05:36:19 | 39.51 | 98% |