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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4180 | 2019-08-13 17:46:12 | 115.77 | 98% |
| 3546 | 2018-10-09 13:00:33 | 93.13 | 98% |
| 2859 | 2018-04-06 07:02:31 | 93.66 | 98% |