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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 974 | 2021-02-23 15:39:09 | 100.29 | 98% |
| 949 | 2021-02-23 13:27:52 | 100.40 | 99% |