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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2428 | 2021-01-16 15:33:44 | 95.06 | 95% |
| 2275 | 2020-11-29 18:27:03 | 89.06 | 95% |