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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1291 | 2020-12-06 07:49:59 | 57.85 | 96% |
| 1071 | 2020-12-01 10:00:15 | 57.53 | 95% |