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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12888 | 2018-01-24 23:03:58 | 113.86 | 99% |
12247 | 2018-01-09 21:15:58 | 119.40 | 99% |