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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3503 | 2024-01-07 12:52:52 | 123.47 | 97.8% |
| 2944 | 2020-11-10 07:30:16 | 106.10 | 96% |
| 2863 | 2020-11-08 12:36:07 | 114.47 | 98% |