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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5962 | 2022-03-10 17:14:59 | 95.81 | 98% |
| 5354 | 2018-12-14 21:14:46 | 67.88 | 96% |