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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19074 | 2020-10-31 22:06:57 | 97.91 | 97% |
| 13840 | 2020-07-19 02:54:39 | 97.76 | 98% |
| 4953 | 2020-01-06 23:42:54 | 82.48 | 98% |
| 2718 | 2019-11-19 10:35:59 | 72.79 | 97% |