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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1898 | 2023-06-11 03:18:40 | 58.16 | 95% |
278 | 2022-12-27 14:18:40 | 43.67 | 96% |