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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4374 | 2020-05-08 20:48:25 | 90.18 | 97% |
| 24 | 2019-06-15 10:06:58 | 76.90 | 95% |