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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9287 | 2025-10-17 14:54:53 | 107.11 | 100% |
| 4284 | 2021-12-15 08:03:39 | 95.90 | 100% |
| 3196 | 2021-09-23 14:19:47 | 95.70 | 100% |