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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2737 | 2019-06-04 18:05:24 | 84.45 | 98% |
1922 | 2019-05-05 13:03:59 | 69.30 | 97% |
1148 | 2019-04-21 16:12:49 | 69.20 | 97% |