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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3394 | 2019-06-12 10:40:01 | 96.07 | 98% |
| 594 | 2019-02-27 14:11:33 | 69.66 | 96% |