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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 882 | 2022-12-20 20:26:49 | 68.74 | 100% |
| 840 | 2022-11-28 19:29:42 | 60.98 | 99% |
| 694 | 2022-07-19 19:01:33 | 54.17 | 99% |