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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1478 | 2022-05-18 09:41:43 | 78.03 | 97% |
| 836 | 2022-05-04 14:55:41 | 81.01 | 97% |