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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2037 | 2019-01-12 12:48:44 | 87.82 | 95% |
| 1842 | 2018-10-10 14:34:44 | 109.72 | 98% |