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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5458 | 2023-06-28 12:41:08 | 93.55 | 99% |
| 3659 | 2021-09-02 20:20:25 | 85.37 | 100% |
| 908 | 2020-12-31 22:24:37 | 72.53 | 99% |