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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1941 | 2018-12-31 08:05:52 | 48.35 | 92% |
| 1864 | 2018-11-19 03:53:02 | 45.88 | 94% |
| 1059 | 2018-10-02 15:07:37 | 41.58 | 92% |