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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1276 | 2019-10-06 15:48:44 | 66.85 | 97% |
632 | 2019-09-23 14:23:14 | 66.43 | 97% |
266 | 2019-09-17 04:39:35 | 59.10 | 98% |