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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 406 | 2020-12-14 10:20:18 | 67.49 | 96% |
| 192 | 2020-12-11 10:44:38 | 45.35 | 95% |