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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9094 | 2018-12-21 16:18:30 | 174.28 | 98% |
| 8502 | 2018-12-17 04:54:11 | 153.25 | 97% |
| 2118 | 2018-09-13 20:15:39 | 162.73 | 98% |