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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1592 | 2022-04-01 15:29:09 | 79.39 | 95% |
| 536 | 2021-12-15 21:05:50 | 76.25 | 98% |