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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17579 | 2019-10-02 07:06:56 | 79.41 | 97% |
| 13724 | 2018-09-20 06:12:07 | 86.65 | 99% |
| 13405 | 2018-09-09 03:25:33 | 83.03 | 99% |
| 12315 | 2018-08-13 10:10:42 | 78.97 | 97% |
| 7269 | 2017-12-16 09:45:05 | 83.47 | 98% |