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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1603 | 2018-10-15 01:09:26 | 83.81 | 96% |
1459 | 2018-09-13 18:42:46 | 87.27 | 96% |