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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1343 | 2020-03-26 03:04:42 | 102.22 | 98% |
| 1048 | 2020-03-01 06:37:24 | 112.74 | 99% |