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 |
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3627 | 2023-04-10 17:02:47 | 103.49 | 98% |
1916 | 2021-04-23 14:53:41 | 70.30 | 95% |