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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2227 | 2020-11-26 21:03:42 | 101.16 | 98% |
| 1167 | 2019-01-28 19:34:03 | 77.06 | 97% |