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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4503 | 2019-06-03 19:37:14 | 74.53 | 96% |
4437 | 2019-06-02 19:11:09 | 75.48 | 96% |
3809 | 2019-05-25 19:22:10 | 71.43 | 95% |