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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5585 | 2020-11-04 02:17:44 | 89.05 | 98% |
| 2192 | 2020-06-24 00:50:39 | 75.51 | 95% |
| 1529 | 2020-05-25 17:58:15 | 80.41 | 98% |