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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 872 | 2018-04-30 15:58:10 | 58.07 | 95% |
| 818 | 2018-04-29 21:40:37 | 66.78 | 97% |
| 96 | 2018-04-07 03:19:22 | 47.58 | 96% |