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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3635 | 2022-12-03 07:35:37 | 113.45 | 99% |
| 3551 | 2022-12-01 13:42:52 | 124.67 | 99% |