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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 440 | 2018-01-31 20:29:10 | 134.89 | 100% |
| 370 | 2018-01-13 21:46:01 | 122.07 | 98% |