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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1806 | 2021-03-04 04:03:41 | 75.07 | 95% |
1435 | 2019-02-10 05:18:27 | 78.01 | 95% |