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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1627 | 2021-05-02 16:48:00 | 101.88 | 97% |
| 998 | 2021-02-16 20:20:06 | 110.13 | 98.3% |