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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4201 | 2018-04-02 00:11:29 | 81.74 | 98% |
2372 | 2017-12-12 07:36:12 | 83.72 | 99% |
1601 | 2017-11-19 06:07:21 | 80.60 | 97% |