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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2647 | 2023-03-10 10:22:52 | 74.88 | 96% |
| 408 | 2021-04-10 16:09:40 | 44.74 | 94% |