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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1730 | 2021-01-16 11:55:28 | 97.57 | 98% |
| 1442 | 2020-12-05 08:44:04 | 87.08 | 97% |
| 1192 | 2020-11-01 05:01:43 | 83.84 | 97% |