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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2001 | 2019-06-17 19:24:10 | 59.10 | 97% |
| 1934 | 2019-06-16 12:41:29 | 46.41 | 92% |