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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7379 | 2019-10-12 00:20:35 | 83.80 | 95% |
| 6443 | 2019-09-09 01:45:35 | 92.80 | 96% |
| 3259 | 2019-04-25 23:58:01 | 85.74 | 96% |
| 3113 | 2019-04-22 23:30:23 | 83.09 | 96% |
| 2975 | 2019-04-16 00:58:50 | 80.51 | 95% |
| 2825 | 2019-04-09 10:00:47 | 82.87 | 96% |
| 2479 | 2019-04-04 03:42:33 | 73.84 | 94% |