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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7862 | 2023-04-08 00:09:44 | 111.89 | 99% |
7750 | 2023-02-14 11:08:40 | 108.87 | 98% |