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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3931 | 2024-03-26 14:04:28 | 117.19 | 97.6% |
3269 | 2020-09-13 07:09:05 | 138.16 | 100% |
3084 | 2019-07-31 13:01:14 | 141.24 | 100% |