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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7507 | 2022-12-01 12:50:11 | 112.30 | 100% |
| 3128 | 2019-07-03 18:28:42 | 88.53 | 97% |
| 1980 | 2019-05-04 08:54:25 | 66.32 | 95% |