Just let me wake up in the morning to the smell of new mown hay, to laugh and cry, to live and die in the brightness of my day. I want to hear the pealing bell of distant churches sing. But most of all please free me from this aching metal ring and open out this cage towards the sun.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6771 | 2019-10-29 10:13:13 | 89.26 | 96% |
| 5696 | 2019-04-23 19:34:39 | 103.91 | 95% |
| 5627 | 2019-04-19 09:55:44 | 100.20 | 96% |
| 4054 | 2019-03-14 15:33:24 | 87.19 | 94% |
| 3144 | 2019-03-05 18:57:31 | 78.15 | 95% |
| 1922 | 2019-02-16 14:23:53 | 81.49 | 96% |