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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2462 | 2022-04-09 20:19:56 | 75.29 | 98% |
| 410 | 2022-02-13 22:20:11 | 72.67 | 97% |