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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2314 | 2020-04-04 20:17:06 | 126.41 | 99% |
1195 | 2020-03-13 19:52:50 | 132.40 | 99% |