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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3833 | 2023-10-06 00:31:28 | 96.74 | 96.9% |
| 2762 | 2023-01-06 00:50:10 | 92.83 | 96% |