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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1392 | 2021-03-11 08:41:27 | 90.44 | 96% |
853 | 2021-02-24 11:01:06 | 90.73 | 96.7% |