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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3276 | 2025-01-02 19:08:27 | 105.97 | 98% |
| 3186 | 2024-12-23 20:13:38 | 100.84 | 97% |
| 313 | 2024-04-05 06:12:41 | 100.98 | 99% |