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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4356 | 2019-07-18 16:36:31 | 90.34 | 98% |
4029 | 2019-04-10 16:03:17 | 78.09 | 98% |
40 | 2017-10-10 15:45:09 | 44.35 | 95% |