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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2224 | 2022-01-09 00:48:17 | 60.40 | 95% |
| 1746 | 2022-01-02 01:34:06 | 64.67 | 95% |