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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1905 | 2018-10-27 15:03:22 | 76.93 | 98% |
| 1460 | 2018-10-21 03:41:10 | 80.06 | 97% |