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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3283 | 2019-12-30 17:36:48 | 125.26 | 97% |
2350 | 2017-12-20 02:13:54 | 111.06 | 97% |