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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7108 | 2018-08-03 14:38:37 | 133.33 | 98% |
| 7056 | 2018-07-30 16:33:26 | 144.17 | 99% |
| 4838 | 2018-05-24 13:11:40 | 144.83 | 99% |
| 4501 | 2018-05-22 15:42:09 | 122.12 | 98% |
| 2109 | 2018-04-08 23:00:52 | 131.62 | 98% |
| 2030 | 2018-04-07 20:57:56 | 142.36 | 99% |
| 1466 | 2018-03-27 20:18:43 | 114.59 | 97% |