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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2476 | 2020-04-27 12:09:01 | 78.63 | 98% |
1273 | 2018-11-12 12:40:35 | 54.65 | 98% |