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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8189 | 2018-01-30 09:36:36 | 110.22 | 98% |
| 7236 | 2017-09-27 05:59:34 | 113.39 | 99% |