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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4929 | 2020-06-30 18:34:16 | 126.44 | 99% |
| 1343 | 2020-03-17 04:53:32 | 119.70 | 98% |
| 1024 | 2020-03-12 01:12:25 | 113.17 | 98% |