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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17578 | 2019-08-14 15:39:42 | 99.63 | 97% |
| 16869 | 2019-07-01 20:44:41 | 107.26 | 99% |
| 16728 | 2019-06-26 14:40:01 | 104.93 | 99% |
| 16436 | 2019-06-19 21:46:35 | 96.67 | 97% |