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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 393 | 2021-07-07 16:22:24 | 40.69 | 96% |
| 63 | 2021-06-05 12:38:00 | 35.84 | 94% |