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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1269 | 2021-08-08 09:02:47 | 43.35 | 94% |
| 1204 | 2021-08-08 05:22:51 | 40.48 | 94% |