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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1229 | 2020-07-14 18:32:18 | 55.58 | 94% |
| 89 | 2019-11-24 06:38:20 | 38.37 | 90% |