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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2933 | 2018-05-14 14:47:27 | 125.11 | 97% |
| 245 | 2017-11-02 08:20:20 | 112.35 | 97% |