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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22289 | 2019-01-12 03:22:26 | 84.32 | 98% |
| 20043 | 2018-03-05 09:31:00 | 72.59 | 98% |
| 17723 | 2018-02-19 02:31:19 | 81.28 | 100% |
| 16377 | 2018-01-27 02:39:06 | 80.97 | 97% |