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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3983 | 2018-06-28 13:57:07 | 100.83 | 98% |
| 3873 | 2018-06-24 12:46:43 | 102.68 | 98% |
| 3754 | 2018-06-21 10:18:17 | 110.18 | 99% |
| 1850 | 2018-02-20 02:30:10 | 97.96 | 99% |
| 1723 | 2018-02-13 09:22:20 | 97.46 | 99% |
| 448 | 2018-01-02 06:48:40 | 101.25 | 99% |