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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3415 | 2020-04-05 15:57:27 | 54.52 | 95% |
| 1355 | 2019-06-30 11:45:38 | 49.41 | 96% |