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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 591 | 2022-02-01 02:12:49 | 68.58 | 94% |
| 197 | 2020-05-05 00:09:24 | 68.26 | 95% |