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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2169 | 2018-04-27 04:47:20 | 67.09 | 96% |
| 889 | 2018-01-27 12:59:13 | 66.06 | 96% |