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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11890 | 2018-12-07 15:25:03 | 175.33 | 100% |
| 10530 | 2018-11-19 12:45:28 | 155.63 | 99% |
| 10479 | 2018-11-16 14:05:53 | 171.09 | 99% |
| 9940 | 2018-11-08 09:21:03 | 153.06 | 100% |
| 4945 | 2018-08-10 11:46:32 | 142.89 | 99% |
| 4718 | 2018-07-30 09:36:00 | 153.27 | 99% |