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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884 | 2023-03-17 20:25:35 | 68.27 | 94% |
493 | 2023-02-03 21:05:16 | 73.06 | 95% |