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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3125 | 2024-08-31 20:50:41 | 132.62 | 98% |
| 206 | 2018-01-09 14:12:53 | 61.59 | 96% |