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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 611 | 2021-11-30 14:02:26 | 53.94 | 98% |
| 343 | 2021-11-01 09:42:06 | 48.93 | 98% |