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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342 | 2021-02-09 23:34:40 | 158.03 | 100% |
279 | 2020-02-09 01:22:58 | 170.10 | 100% |