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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531 | 2023-02-15 17:16:57 | 89.94 | 98% |
96 | 2018-04-25 21:29:37 | 57.40 | 96% |