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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7379 | 2019-05-27 21:51:38 | 108.00 | 98% |
| 4997 | 2018-07-08 03:30:54 | 89.62 | 97% |
| 4275 | 2018-04-22 00:04:58 | 98.93 | 98% |
| 2342 | 2018-01-13 07:50:56 | 88.54 | 95% |