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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2049 | 2022-07-18 15:22:22 | 49.75 | 94% |
750 | 2022-04-04 19:03:40 | 34.88 | 95% |