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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2664 | 2018-02-10 05:42:36 | 171.76 | 98% |
| 174 | 2017-09-06 20:44:48 | 138.21 | 97% |