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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1203 | 2021-02-01 22:14:37 | 91.71 | 99.7% |
| 1141 | 2021-01-21 05:02:05 | 70.04 | 96% |