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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11378 | 2021-01-02 15:24:31 | 88.00 | 98% |
| 2296 | 2020-02-07 16:32:38 | 58.81 | 97% |