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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1573 | 2021-02-01 17:37:17 | 133.93 | 97.5% |
810 | 2020-10-28 05:37:52 | 131.72 | 98% |