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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 233 | 2021-04-06 18:58:05 | 50.94 | 96% |
| 2 | 2021-01-29 01:40:46 | 30.12 | 95.9% |