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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 483 | 2023-09-08 00:37:29 | 76.01 | 95.8% |
| 321 | 2023-06-09 21:43:04 | 76.80 | 98.1% |