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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1515 | 2020-11-05 13:03:37 | 108.11 | 97% |
| 701 | 2020-06-01 15:58:42 | 95.73 | 97% |
| 473 | 2020-03-04 08:05:28 | 88.34 | 95% |