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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547 | 2020-08-26 23:16:53 | 87.02 | 96% |
516 | 2020-08-26 22:40:10 | 91.14 | 98% |
100 | 2020-08-21 00:52:14 | 70.13 | 95% |