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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2823 | 2019-09-26 18:21:37 | 85.44 | 97% |
| 2553 | 2019-08-17 11:47:47 | 87.31 | 96% |
| 937 | 2018-09-03 14:50:26 | 78.81 | 96% |