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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1440 | 2018-05-29 09:16:09 | 67.10 | 95% |
845 | 2018-05-13 05:41:32 | 62.95 | 95% |
735 | 2018-05-12 07:56:41 | 67.58 | 95% |