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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1467 | 2020-11-19 19:20:26 | 73.32 | 97% |
1426 | 2020-11-18 16:21:58 | 76.81 | 97% |
591 | 2018-02-02 17:26:22 | 40.97 | 93% |