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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763 | 2017-10-11 13:42:04 | 90.34 | 95% |
746 | 2017-10-08 15:15:52 | 97.28 | 98% |