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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5208 | 2018-12-12 22:03:09 | 78.66 | 96% |
799 | 2018-04-15 18:36:29 | 58.23 | 95% |