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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3577 | 2024-10-28 11:45:46 | 96.64 | 96.9% |
| 3533 | 2024-10-27 05:21:50 | 99.68 | 98.1% |
| 361 | 2023-08-17 13:19:16 | 83.36 | 97.3% |