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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2896 | 2022-05-01 14:00:02 | 60.04 | 93% |
| 2002 | 2019-09-10 12:41:09 | 51.16 | 94% |