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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8913 | 2024-02-19 23:27:54 | 122.73 | 98% |
| 7770 | 2024-01-03 12:08:55 | 107.99 | 96.6% |