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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1239 | 2025-05-17 15:26:21 | 89.84 | 97% |
| 1073 | 2025-04-30 20:33:49 | 86.99 | 97.8% |