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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4251 | 2018-10-04 17:37:28 | 148.02 | 99% |
3852 | 2018-06-07 21:54:28 | 151.96 | 99% |
3171 | 2018-03-28 23:27:51 | 143.34 | 98% |
2693 | 2018-03-15 03:53:15 | 144.88 | 98% |