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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2758 | 2019-06-28 13:23:43 | 109.04 | 99% |
1385 | 2018-03-28 18:54:24 | 94.91 | 97% |
856 | 2018-02-13 19:47:08 | 109.20 | 98% |