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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1325 | 2018-04-26 13:14:39 | 101.58 | 98% |
| 1322 | 2018-04-26 04:34:26 | 100.10 | 98% |
| 1085 | 2018-04-15 13:42:40 | 103.50 | 98% |