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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2101 | 2019-07-16 14:24:00 | 130.51 | 99% |
858 | 2019-05-29 12:45:21 | 124.13 | 98% |