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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 931 | 2022-07-06 16:28:42 | 52.60 | 96% |
| 546 | 2022-06-21 12:30:14 | 60.38 | 97% |