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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1092 | 2017-11-27 01:34:35 | 67.72 | 98% |
1084 | 2017-11-27 01:17:47 | 70.14 | 97% |