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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4295 | 2021-09-24 17:46:33 | 75.15 | 95% |
4171 | 2021-08-22 01:30:10 | 64.49 | 95% |