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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 280 | 2020-04-26 06:55:12 | 40.67 | 95% |
| 40 | 2018-08-21 07:33:09 | 42.55 | 99% |