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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15157 | 2019-02-16 03:04:45 | 110.69 | 97% |
| 12759 | 2018-09-12 19:40:14 | 128.52 | 99% |
| 11275 | 2018-02-28 04:16:00 | 135.38 | 100% |