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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3643 | 2019-07-11 18:42:52 | 88.06 | 98% |
229 | 2018-08-15 11:36:14 | 63.60 | 96% |