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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10039 | 2024-03-31 17:41:56 | 100.94 | 97.8% |
7921 | 2023-09-22 05:47:18 | 115.73 | 98.4% |