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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2595 | 2018-11-21 00:27:32 | 148.02 | 100% |
1186 | 2017-11-14 23:00:44 | 141.44 | 100% |