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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7476 | 2018-04-25 19:25:45 | 129.10 | 100% |
| 7091 | 2018-04-22 11:47:49 | 116.15 | 99% |
| 6765 | 2018-04-15 13:42:37 | 111.55 | 99% |