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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1214 | 2019-03-01 21:00:57 | 104.05 | 98% |
| 1196 | 2019-03-01 11:04:51 | 93.87 | 96% |
| 346 | 2017-10-31 01:26:43 | 122.59 | 99% |
| 335 | 2017-10-29 04:43:33 | 106.53 | 97% |