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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2293 | 2018-10-11 17:34:30 | 78.13 | 98% |
| 2143 | 2018-03-13 18:28:14 | 86.83 | 98% |