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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1631 | 2021-01-22 16:05:44 | 74.19 | 96% |
| 64 | 2020-05-21 17:16:51 | 61.92 | 99% |