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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1684 | 2021-02-08 03:34:33 | 91.84 | 98% |
| 751 | 2020-12-13 04:14:29 | 71.77 | 97% |