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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2008 | 2021-03-03 15:12:13 | 94.90 | 99% |
1921 | 2018-09-17 11:03:29 | 90.93 | 98% |