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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8809 | 2025-04-28 16:04:25 | 95.45 | 97.8% |
| 6394 | 2021-02-06 21:01:33 | 81.94 | 95.7% |
| 5530 | 2020-12-26 22:00:35 | 81.31 | 97% |
| 3510 | 2020-08-23 19:55:11 | 83.45 | 98% |
| 941 | 2020-06-19 18:27:49 | 74.82 | 95% |