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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1982 | 2021-09-15 21:06:27 | 103.65 | 98% |
| 1722 | 2021-05-29 10:25:43 | 117.31 | 98% |
| 396 | 2020-10-14 21:04:47 | 109.93 | 97% |