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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3732 | 2019-12-31 10:46:17 | 79.50 | 99% |
2980 | 2019-02-21 01:56:37 | 68.09 | 97% |
2831 | 2019-02-15 09:38:34 | 73.83 | 99% |