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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410 | 2019-12-01 19:34:19 | 91.27 | 98% |
336 | 2019-10-03 19:28:32 | 92.43 | 99% |