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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 391 | 2019-02-19 15:40:57 | 106.55 | 98% |
| 140 | 2019-02-13 15:46:32 | 108.72 | 99% |