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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231 | 2022-06-20 20:08:37 | 78.73 | 98% |
218 | 2022-04-26 13:50:50 | 85.36 | 99% |