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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10621 | 2019-01-03 06:29:05 | 178.40 | 99% |
| 9993 | 2018-12-29 23:01:08 | 150.82 | 98% |
| 8718 | 2018-12-18 19:56:52 | 169.37 | 99% |
| 5889 | 2018-11-16 16:34:10 | 150.24 | 98% |
| 2823 | 2018-09-28 22:33:19 | 151.74 | 98% |
| 2622 | 2018-09-21 18:40:40 | 150.58 | 97% |