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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7541 | 2021-05-07 22:41:17 | 95.99 | 97% |
| 3297 | 2018-08-03 12:25:04 | 100.79 | 98% |
| 1986 | 2018-02-13 09:22:23 | 89.65 | 97% |