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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7301 | 2018-08-09 00:20:34 | 151.91 | 99% |
2834 | 2018-05-06 01:15:30 | 130.15 | 98% |