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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 834 | 2023-02-02 01:12:11 | 49.49 | 95% |
| 387 | 2023-01-21 13:55:40 | 44.18 | 96% |