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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4043 | 2020-03-26 13:33:54 | 68.85 | 98% |
| 752 | 2019-11-27 01:59:37 | 52.01 | 99% |