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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1077 | 2021-03-23 12:19:54 | 88.48 | 98% |
219 | 2021-01-31 05:15:57 | 79.26 | 98.4% |