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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 416 | 2021-03-09 17:07:46 | 83.56 | 95% |
| 105 | 2021-02-07 10:29:02 | 74.87 | 95.8% |