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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8697 | 2020-05-31 15:22:01 | 81.77 | 97% |
8577 | 2020-05-26 07:55:36 | 75.88 | 97% |