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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11195 | 2019-03-20 03:09:46 | 146.49 | 97% |
8163 | 2018-09-12 23:32:57 | 184.71 | 99% |