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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1783 | 2023-02-17 09:11:32 | 63.03 | 96% |
| 1727 | 2023-02-02 18:36:57 | 50.10 | 95% |