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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3350 | 2022-08-19 01:12:31 | 107.07 | 97% |
| 2969 | 2020-03-13 00:06:07 | 121.47 | 99% |
| 2625 | 2018-06-02 07:21:14 | 123.10 | 99% |