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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2632 | 2021-03-20 11:01:00 | 72.81 | 99% |
513 | 2021-01-30 14:00:51 | 65.67 | 97.6% |