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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35564 | 2018-10-22 14:33:05 | 124.97 | 99% |
35163 | 2018-10-14 07:23:15 | 125.11 | 98% |
34522 | 2018-08-08 22:12:37 | 85.69 | 97% |