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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16561 | 2018-12-03 00:04:03 | 112.25 | 98% |
| 13296 | 2018-05-13 08:22:26 | 99.13 | 98% |
| 12887 | 2018-04-16 06:49:08 | 108.52 | 99% |
| 9962 | 2018-02-11 04:10:02 | 113.02 | 100% |
| 4875 | 2017-12-22 21:19:22 | 90.15 | 97% |
| 4631 | 2017-12-21 04:25:31 | 88.64 | 98% |
| 3790 | 2017-12-12 23:11:20 | 88.61 | 98% |