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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1821 | 2023-04-14 14:45:05 | 99.38 | 97% |
1794 | 2023-04-12 22:33:01 | 86.83 | 96% |