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 |
---|---|---|---|
10086 | 2019-06-02 02:33:36 | 148.95 | 99% |
7118 | 2017-09-08 07:06:07 | 130.43 | 98% |
7007 | 2017-08-27 12:26:33 | 144.06 | 99% |