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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3114 | 2019-03-10 19:05:16 | 184.86 | 100% |
| 1237 | 2019-01-29 23:42:32 | 191.49 | 100% |
| 544 | 2019-01-14 01:26:31 | 169.15 | 98% |