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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4136 | 2024-01-12 20:20:10 | 105.20 | 97.2% |
38 | 2023-08-21 12:32:32 | 80.15 | 95% |