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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4030 | 2018-09-09 13:27:12 | 78.76 | 97% |
| 2467 | 2018-04-26 17:20:37 | 71.45 | 99% |