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 |
---|---|---|---|
10704 | 2020-03-03 13:51:47 | 102.18 | 98% |
10627 | 2020-02-02 13:52:21 | 117.73 | 99% |
9804 | 2019-11-17 18:58:50 | 105.50 | 98% |
9432 | 2019-10-26 20:53:37 | 110.98 | 99% |