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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1487 | 2019-02-03 11:50:31 | 97.55 | 97% |
| 549 | 2019-01-04 14:17:35 | 90.69 | 98% |