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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8140 | 2020-08-13 20:09:48 | 128.86 | 98% |
| 7558 | 2020-08-08 23:57:06 | 119.12 | 97% |
| 5942 | 2020-07-23 16:52:30 | 115.15 | 99% |
| 4593 | 2020-07-03 19:42:01 | 114.84 | 97% |