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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1092 | 2022-03-27 09:04:16 | 63.81 | 98% |
| 297 | 2022-02-05 04:53:25 | 51.13 | 97% |