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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29216 | 2019-09-14 23:00:09 | 79.33 | 94% |
| 28723 | 2019-09-01 14:29:37 | 86.50 | 97% |
| 27986 | 2019-06-20 14:25:25 | 104.13 | 97% |
| 23596 | 2017-12-19 01:03:26 | 100.09 | 98% |