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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1201 | 2018-08-29 15:57:38 | 119.57 | 98% |
860 | 2018-08-23 15:48:06 | 127.74 | 100% |
216 | 2018-08-10 12:02:22 | 95.46 | 97% |