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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3349 | 2022-11-04 14:32:02 | 101.34 | 98% |
2256 | 2021-01-21 15:29:04 | 91.59 | 98% |