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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1983 | 2021-12-13 05:15:57 | 115.01 | 98% |
979 | 2021-07-10 18:21:21 | 114.10 | 99% |