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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5727 | 2018-04-17 17:20:38 | 62.67 | 97% |
| 2010 | 2017-11-10 19:09:39 | 65.29 | 95% |
| 1292 | 2017-10-28 14:56:46 | 56.40 | 95% |
| 340 | 2017-10-12 15:07:47 | 57.17 | 95% |
| 274 | 2017-10-11 18:25:56 | 64.29 | 96% |