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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32180 | 2019-03-06 17:50:06 | 138.98 | 100% |
28681 | 2017-12-18 18:52:18 | 142.35 | 100% |
26899 | 2017-10-11 14:07:39 | 137.12 | 99% |