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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 595 | 2021-03-16 17:28:07 | 56.12 | 96% |
| 436 | 2021-03-13 23:06:41 | 50.90 | 97% |