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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4771 | 2022-07-03 18:02:58 | 95.68 | 98% |
| 486 | 2022-04-01 16:09:15 | 47.52 | 96% |