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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7743 | 2024-04-03 17:14:29 | 91.39 | 97.5% |
2556 | 2021-10-20 08:25:12 | 79.26 | 97% |