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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7243 | 2018-08-18 11:32:56 | 85.67 | 96% |
| 931 | 2018-04-11 09:33:15 | 90.14 | 97% |