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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 653 | 2022-12-06 04:24:19 | 61.87 | 98% |
| 340 | 2021-11-16 10:47:14 | 58.98 | 98% |