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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2567 | 2017-11-06 15:06:35 | 68.65 | 95% |
2476 | 2017-11-02 14:03:26 | 69.74 | 96% |