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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14098 | 2020-03-25 23:26:29 | 117.28 | 99% |
| 11411 | 2019-03-19 17:24:37 | 103.12 | 98% |
| 10672 | 2019-02-09 05:07:35 | 105.81 | 98% |