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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897 | 2021-05-20 22:19:07 | 158.11 | 98% |
203 | 2019-05-13 20:09:43 | 140.55 | 99% |
58 | 2018-12-18 00:51:09 | 128.23 | 97% |