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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1400 | 2022-07-11 02:53:33 | 70.72 | 98% |
| 211 | 2022-03-21 09:43:55 | 66.29 | 98% |