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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2937 | 2022-05-31 14:53:27 | 89.91 | 96% |
| 837 | 2022-01-01 13:22:26 | 79.70 | 100% |