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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2717 | 2021-09-19 01:43:03 | 83.65 | 96% |
2406 | 2021-08-29 04:17:17 | 91.88 | 98% |