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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5710 | 2021-02-08 12:16:08 | 81.66 | 95% |
| 3797 | 2020-12-27 16:25:09 | 95.73 | 97% |
| 3615 | 2020-12-22 12:47:49 | 84.05 | 96% |