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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1343 | 2023-03-26 19:06:24 | 122.88 | 99% |
1084 | 2023-02-02 01:32:44 | 112.80 | 99% |