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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8751 | 2021-01-07 09:02:05 | 98.53 | 96% |
| 8520 | 2021-01-05 00:04:35 | 109.06 | 97% |
| 5952 | 2019-07-09 04:35:24 | 120.30 | 98% |