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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617 | 2021-04-02 23:08:03 | 104.91 | 97% |
453 | 2020-12-21 04:31:56 | 106.50 | 98% |
45 | 2020-08-22 22:13:55 | 115.63 | 98% |