Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2230 | 2018-12-31 20:31:32 | 128.44 | 98% |
| 624 | 2018-05-22 00:41:55 | 104.56 | 97% |