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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1399 | 2023-10-08 03:15:07 | 108.74 | 98.1% |
1271 | 2023-01-11 03:13:46 | 103.89 | 97% |