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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5859 | 2023-04-07 23:17:32 | 121.02 | 99% |
281 | 2019-07-04 05:05:44 | 103.70 | 98% |