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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 772 | 2021-12-04 10:51:01 | 77.39 | 96% |
| 728 | 2021-07-09 17:28:33 | 83.81 | 99% |