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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1643 | 2024-07-18 02:01:35 | 164.09 | 98.4% |
| 1116 | 2024-06-23 05:22:11 | 137.52 | 97.2% |