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 |
---|---|---|---|
4105 | 2021-09-11 10:16:22 | 84.67 | 96% |
3256 | 2021-06-02 19:40:32 | 74.38 | 96% |
1961 | 2021-02-08 01:30:53 | 66.82 | 96.1% |