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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3837 | 2024-06-16 13:04:50 | 104.43 | 97.3% |
| 2782 | 2023-11-03 00:52:09 | 100.05 | 95.8% |