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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3978 | 2025-06-16 21:36:16 | 100.82 | 98% |
| 1353 | 2024-08-25 18:14:08 | 95.62 | 96.7% |