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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 414 | 2018-08-18 11:32:53 | 93.20 | 99% |
| 222 | 2018-06-04 08:41:47 | 111.70 | 99% |