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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197 | 2017-12-04 03:22:59 | 111.08 | 95% |
138 | 2017-12-04 01:22:34 | 138.94 | 98% |