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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4462 | 2019-08-14 18:10:07 | 185.71 | 98% |
3871 | 2018-08-09 00:20:30 | 181.84 | 98% |
2101 | 2017-12-09 10:21:13 | 181.57 | 99% |