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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4431 | 2019-09-23 12:57:16 | 97.66 | 98% |
| 4221 | 2019-09-14 15:21:51 | 97.54 | 98% |
| 2773 | 2019-05-24 16:33:00 | 85.92 | 97% |
| 290 | 2019-01-30 17:22:32 | 70.38 | 97% |