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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7242 | 2018-06-08 17:10:41 | 82.29 | 98% |
6100 | 2017-11-29 11:42:22 | 79.52 | 97% |
4885 | 2017-09-18 15:06:44 | 76.83 | 98% |