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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44464 | 2018-01-24 14:39:52 | 100.72 | 98% |
| 35197 | 2017-11-11 07:51:22 | 126.44 | 96% |
| 28846 | 2017-10-13 18:08:27 | 154.98 | 99% |
| 25334 | 2017-09-30 13:46:53 | 138.18 | 98% |
| 23730 | 2017-09-27 10:17:50 | 136.02 | 98% |
| 2142 | 2017-09-03 01:28:57 | 149.56 | 100% |
| 1275 | 2017-09-01 12:10:20 | 132.10 | 99% |