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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 787 | 2022-12-22 18:37:34 | 146.89 | 99% |
| 740 | 2022-12-18 22:37:43 | 138.46 | 98% |