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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4077 | 2019-06-01 00:34:19 | 152.68 | 99% |
| 3301 | 2018-12-18 19:56:54 | 158.69 | 100% |
| 2691 | 2018-09-25 23:47:36 | 145.92 | 99% |