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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 933 | 2021-03-15 05:12:07 | 42.14 | 94% |
| 794 | 2021-03-09 07:54:19 | 51.92 | 96% |