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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1471 | 2021-01-01 20:24:02 | 54.88 | 97% |
1295 | 2020-12-28 09:43:26 | 56.10 | 98% |