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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 187 | 2022-11-10 06:31:40 | 38.74 | 93% |
| 77 | 2022-11-06 17:27:52 | 35.14 | 93% |