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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5076 | 2019-04-20 17:28:39 | 64.90 | 97% |
| 4533 | 2019-01-23 14:05:29 | 64.18 | 96% |
| 1855 | 2018-02-15 17:30:46 | 49.32 | 95% |