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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2732 | 2020-08-02 16:25:09 | 111.74 | 98% |
2436 | 2020-07-29 20:04:43 | 102.37 | 97% |
511 | 2018-03-16 17:00:55 | 70.03 | 97% |