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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3053 | 2021-05-26 03:12:41 | 88.91 | 96% |
| 1117 | 2021-05-07 03:04:49 | 93.07 | 97% |