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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 305 | 2023-03-24 05:35:13 | 81.03 | 95% |
| 77 | 2020-04-04 20:22:44 | 57.72 | 94% |