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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7549 | 2019-02-12 22:08:48 | 189.22 | 100% |
5579 | 2018-10-06 01:20:39 | 156.09 | 100% |
2443 | 2018-06-26 21:03:03 | 159.90 | 99% |