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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4245 | 2020-08-14 08:48:00 | 64.57 | 97% |
| 1860 | 2020-05-17 01:15:45 | 61.94 | 97% |