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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2007 | 2018-07-08 08:01:04 | 79.34 | 96% |
| 1256 | 2018-05-25 09:52:41 | 69.30 | 96% |
| 67 | 2018-04-30 12:59:48 | 56.54 | 94% |