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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5873 | 2018-10-21 08:22:38 | 103.27 | 98% |
| 1214 | 2017-12-28 03:31:52 | 107.49 | 98% |