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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4303 | 2020-02-06 11:34:57 | 66.32 | 95% |
1830 | 2019-10-03 05:31:59 | 62.08 | 95% |
1561 | 2019-09-23 16:46:10 | 60.00 | 97% |