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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2021-05-18 19:09:34 | 63.59 | 97% |
| 474 | 2018-05-08 17:12:34 | 53.11 | 97% |