Text race history for I (excelsiate)

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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
2907 2020-12-23 21:41:45 117.02 99%