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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 370 | 2021-10-27 07:27:46 | 54.10 | 96% |
| 231 | 2021-05-17 17:19:16 | 50.96 | 96% |