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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5405 | 2021-06-09 15:40:12 | 148.95 | 98% |
| 5128 | 2021-06-06 11:39:42 | 151.33 | 99% |
| 3840 | 2021-05-24 07:54:49 | 143.22 | 99% |
| 2839 | 2021-05-03 16:46:40 | 139.37 | 99% |
| 1288 | 2020-03-24 03:28:49 | 162.19 | 100% |