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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2492 | 2018-10-23 07:50:49 | 101.61 | 97% |
1570 | 2018-03-05 07:47:37 | 83.74 | 96% |
1203 | 2018-01-19 07:33:06 | 83.95 | 95% |