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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 879 | 2021-01-15 20:04:55 | 64.26 | 95% |
| 402 | 2020-12-26 17:07:19 | 70.71 | 97% |
| 352 | 2020-12-25 16:20:41 | 57.67 | 95% |
| 274 | 2020-12-24 04:51:51 | 62.13 | 95% |