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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4276 | 2022-04-04 02:05:53 | 102.01 | 98% |
| 3546 | 2021-07-07 02:37:36 | 78.65 | 95% |