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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 861 | 2021-02-14 16:48:50 | 69.02 | 98.4% |
| 392 | 2021-01-17 12:28:38 | 42.82 | 94% |