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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3862 | 2018-12-02 02:39:03 | 135.32 | 99% |
| 1911 | 2018-11-10 23:05:39 | 138.26 | 99% |
| 728 | 2017-11-07 22:39:59 | 120.93 | 98% |