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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2608 | 2024-06-27 07:06:26 | 82.89 | 94.2% |
| 941 | 2022-07-07 05:37:07 | 77.68 | 97% |