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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1875 | 2020-02-20 15:38:56 | 139.98 | 100% |
| 909 | 2018-04-26 04:34:19 | 127.44 | 99% |
| 732 | 2018-04-18 05:57:55 | 128.08 | 98% |
| 626 | 2018-04-12 14:01:39 | 120.81 | 98% |