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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 926 | 2021-10-02 08:49:46 | 77.05 | 97% |
| 768 | 2021-08-14 20:27:42 | 74.82 | 99% |