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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1684 | 2022-11-28 17:58:17 | 113.21 | 98% |
| 372 | 2021-10-08 07:05:25 | 98.96 | 98% |