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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191 | 2021-04-03 09:52:51 | 56.55 | 97% |
65 | 2019-02-19 14:41:10 | 43.54 | 99% |