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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5858 | 2020-06-16 23:31:13 | 129.08 | 97% |
| 964 | 2020-02-13 13:50:06 | 139.73 | 98% |