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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3329 | 2021-08-05 16:11:18 | 106.83 | 96% |
| 1466 | 2021-05-18 19:40:44 | 117.97 | 97% |