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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48155 | 2025-02-19 21:11:58 | 123.19 | 98.2% |
| 46045 | 2025-01-24 22:20:17 | 108.34 | 97.6% |