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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1502 | 2025-06-16 21:36:20 | 89.87 | 97% |
| 47 | 2019-12-27 01:23:09 | 74.52 | 96% |