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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877 | 2022-06-23 02:46:41 | 70.12 | 97% |
438 | 2022-01-31 03:15:06 | 61.75 | 97% |