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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1334 | 2021-02-06 12:58:59 | 76.87 | 97.8% |
742 | 2021-01-17 12:28:09 | 66.97 | 98% |
398 | 2021-01-06 17:57:29 | 70.79 | 98% |