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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3880 | 2023-08-18 20:43:22 | 85.07 | 98% |
3704 | 2023-07-30 19:58:06 | 93.60 | 98% |