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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3669 | 2023-07-06 20:12:19 | 129.93 | 98% |
3507 | 2023-01-09 06:44:02 | 125.36 | 98% |