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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 210 | 2020-02-21 22:52:09 | 45.06 | 96% |
| 151 | 2020-02-17 20:06:17 | 47.78 | 97% |