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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7119 | 2023-01-25 11:14:52 | 107.95 | 97% |
| 1759 | 2020-12-06 00:22:41 | 80.28 | 96% |