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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2551 | 2021-11-29 15:30:21 | 85.96 | 96% |
| 1914 | 2021-11-14 15:13:53 | 81.23 | 96% |
| 329 | 2021-10-03 16:08:09 | 81.16 | 96% |