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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2018-12-14 19:43:07 | 43.81 | 97% |
| 697 | 2018-12-05 08:14:02 | 43.62 | 99% |