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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5968 | 2024-04-04 19:23:11 | 86.05 | 96.2% |
| 3853 | 2023-06-02 19:52:27 | 82.57 | 96% |