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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2337 | 2021-01-22 04:01:25 | 88.64 | 97% |
| 973 | 2020-11-03 04:14:32 | 74.79 | 97% |