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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4803 | 2021-07-13 19:12:48 | 82.86 | 99% |
| 3929 | 2020-12-13 15:40:10 | 95.15 | 99% |