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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21478 | 2020-06-26 05:43:56 | 165.63 | 99% |
| 16873 | 2020-05-07 08:37:12 | 147.09 | 98% |
| 16208 | 2020-04-28 14:03:10 | 141.72 | 98% |
| 9790 | 2020-02-02 22:40:23 | 147.59 | 99% |
| 9166 | 2020-01-26 18:20:50 | 173.10 | 99% |
| 814 | 2019-04-20 16:03:50 | 158.81 | 99% |