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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 789 | 2023-06-04 05:15:36 | 55.80 | 97% |
| 283 | 2023-05-10 12:28:50 | 37.99 | 97% |