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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1864 | 2018-06-21 07:23:44 | 64.56 | 97% |
| 1191 | 2018-04-28 15:26:28 | 53.38 | 95% |