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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10894 | 2020-11-10 17:28:15 | 113.85 | 98% |
| 5514 | 2019-02-06 12:16:03 | 113.65 | 97% |