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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1183 | 2018-02-07 06:36:43 | 124.44 | 99% |
1157 | 2018-02-06 04:13:54 | 110.97 | 96% |
488 | 2018-01-26 22:10:40 | 127.01 | 98% |