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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18559 | 2019-02-25 21:01:45 | 91.23 | 98% |
16860 | 2017-09-11 03:31:18 | 98.33 | 98% |