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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1672 | 2021-04-15 21:35:28 | 76.21 | 95% |
| 1070 | 2021-03-06 17:47:22 | 78.69 | 97% |