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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 623 | 2021-09-26 18:18:16 | 74.15 | 97% |
| 359 | 2021-02-21 17:28:41 | 68.60 | 95% |