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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 455 | 2021-08-06 09:57:36 | 74.30 | 96% |
| 84 | 2021-02-04 14:00:02 | 56.95 | 95.7% |