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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490 | 2022-07-12 14:34:42 | 94.35 | 98% |
21 | 2021-12-31 16:46:42 | 82.93 | 93% |