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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3235 | 2018-12-18 09:54:21 | 69.25 | 97% |
83 | 2018-01-13 21:46:24 | 41.85 | 94% |