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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 266 | 2018-12-31 18:43:31 | 94.28 | 98% |
| 17 | 2018-12-12 16:41:31 | 81.21 | 98% |