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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7300 | 2025-04-08 06:04:35 | 90.62 | 98.7% |
6664 | 2022-08-08 11:28:38 | 93.28 | 98% |