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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6252 | 2019-07-01 05:59:14 | 120.84 | 99% |
5939 | 2019-06-12 03:24:06 | 108.79 | 98% |
3085 | 2017-11-05 20:52:53 | 116.60 | 98% |