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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15603 | 2019-03-16 12:53:59 | 125.73 | 98% |
| 11114 | 2018-02-24 03:48:49 | 128.34 | 99% |
| 10634 | 2018-02-05 00:34:30 | 119.48 | 99% |
| 9990 | 2017-12-31 21:31:21 | 99.40 | 98% |
| 7373 | 2017-09-08 02:26:43 | 110.38 | 99% |