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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1882 | 2018-12-15 03:22:26 | 83.01 | 97% |
949 | 2018-12-04 22:11:44 | 91.13 | 98% |