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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2489 | 2017-11-29 05:48:13 | 174.26 | 99% |
| 1652 | 2017-10-06 08:08:29 | 172.18 | 98% |
| 520 | 2017-09-08 05:12:58 | 144.68 | 97% |