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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1812 | 2020-11-22 03:56:16 | 158.16 | 98% |
| 1634 | 2020-09-30 21:36:26 | 153.36 | 98% |