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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12951 | 2019-12-23 10:04:14 | 194.03 | 100% |
| 12950 | 2019-12-23 10:03:50 | 180.79 | 99% |
| 12346 | 2018-07-19 12:50:22 | 159.32 | 99% |
| 11865 | 2018-03-04 11:48:39 | 170.11 | 99% |
| 11416 | 2018-02-16 13:00:25 | 163.81 | 99% |