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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1720 | 2021-05-26 00:37:16 | 137.43 | 99% |
| 1548 | 2020-08-22 22:13:52 | 129.51 | 98% |