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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1763 | 2023-11-07 13:54:51 | 111.58 | 97.6% |
1315 | 2023-09-13 14:17:38 | 115.92 | 98% |