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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 59963 | 2017-10-12 10:55:31 | 115.49 | 98% |
| 58314 | 2017-09-19 12:31:27 | 114.20 | 96% |
| 57786 | 2017-09-13 14:08:01 | 121.91 | 99% |
| 57007 | 2017-09-03 09:16:59 | 117.27 | 97% |
| 56608 | 2017-09-01 12:10:22 | 122.58 | 98% |