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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 912 | 2018-05-19 03:11:25 | 130.37 | 98% |
| 848 | 2017-12-27 22:57:38 | 119.99 | 98% |