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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1752 | 2021-09-16 22:55:05 | 84.83 | 98% |
| 1578 | 2021-09-09 01:21:49 | 74.37 | 95% |
| 1004 | 2021-03-17 10:26:28 | 74.74 | 97% |