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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1652 | 2020-02-06 11:34:48 | 80.22 | 98% |
639 | 2018-10-10 22:24:15 | 61.77 | 98% |