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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1568 | 2018-10-12 23:38:39 | 55.01 | 95% |
864 | 2018-08-23 18:34:58 | 54.25 | 97% |
176 | 2018-07-15 09:54:43 | 56.55 | 96% |