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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4215 | 2018-08-23 19:20:44 | 133.02 | 98% |
| 4145 | 2018-08-04 22:14:12 | 124.27 | 97% |