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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2271 | 2021-01-19 20:41:08 | 101.04 | 99% |
| 2263 | 2021-01-19 16:28:43 | 85.67 | 97% |