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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 131 | 2022-01-29 20:05:01 | 26.38 | 98% |
| 96 | 2022-01-12 20:17:30 | 31.82 | 97% |