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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25746 | 2019-10-18 17:22:32 | 140.68 | 98% |
23430 | 2018-08-04 16:14:25 | 150.88 | 99% |
22120 | 2017-12-15 23:10:35 | 151.19 | 98% |