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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8895 | 2018-09-29 02:51:38 | 88.43 | 98% |
| 8495 | 2018-09-25 23:29:42 | 81.87 | 98% |
| 6791 | 2018-04-18 18:49:02 | 83.97 | 97% |
| 4215 | 2018-03-24 18:02:41 | 82.71 | 97% |
| 2083 | 2018-02-12 21:19:24 | 63.92 | 96% |