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 |
---|---|---|---|
3833 | 2025-04-14 22:15:10 | 97.19 | 96.9% |
3682 | 2025-04-12 11:41:51 | 95.12 | 98.1% |
1953 | 2022-11-01 08:46:15 | 84.77 | 98% |