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 |
---|---|---|---|
10872 | 2017-12-30 08:57:35 | 97.74 | 98% |
10788 | 2017-10-30 15:34:51 | 105.62 | 99% |
10781 | 2017-10-30 14:29:26 | 103.49 | 98% |