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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 670 | 2019-10-03 21:32:29 | 91.76 | 97% |
| 636 | 2019-09-10 21:10:11 | 98.52 | 98% |