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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 850 | 2021-03-04 13:20:42 | 93.74 | 98% |
| 440 | 2021-02-04 02:01:01 | 108.70 | 98.4% |