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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 923 | 2023-04-17 17:05:32 | 84.39 | 98% |
| 344 | 2021-11-16 07:57:27 | 73.37 | 98% |