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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10153 | 2019-07-05 17:27:58 | 144.58 | 98% |
| 9366 | 2018-10-17 06:50:25 | 141.92 | 98% |
| 8370 | 2018-08-28 03:57:30 | 153.18 | 97% |
| 5573 | 2018-04-13 17:32:45 | 136.93 | 97% |
| 3565 | 2018-02-05 21:17:18 | 139.66 | 98% |