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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7776 | 2022-03-20 17:57:51 | 108.96 | 99% |
414 | 2020-12-13 03:00:04 | 77.93 | 97% |