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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261 | 2021-01-11 17:45:31 | 54.60 | 95% |
149 | 2020-12-26 21:39:24 | 61.18 | 95% |