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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 66614 | 2018-02-25 23:20:48 | 186.28 | 99% |
| 65017 | 2018-02-12 19:06:23 | 193.23 | 99% |
| 64079 | 2018-02-06 20:47:13 | 158.28 | 98% |
| 62357 | 2018-01-26 23:11:03 | 165.40 | 98% |
| 62011 | 2018-01-25 11:03:53 | 173.56 | 99% |
| 61804 | 2018-01-24 14:39:40 | 153.65 | 97% |