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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13046 | 2020-09-20 08:20:45 | 77.25 | 98% |
6840 | 2017-12-16 15:50:42 | 67.93 | 97% |
4291 | 2017-09-11 16:35:07 | 65.02 | 98% |