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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1598 | 2021-05-25 07:55:39 | 51.78 | 96% |
| 1068 | 2017-12-05 06:24:40 | 51.38 | 96% |
| 679 | 2017-09-28 08:14:49 | 47.56 | 95% |