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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16336 | 2020-08-26 23:19:54 | 85.34 | 96% |
| 11904 | 2020-04-21 00:59:09 | 95.93 | 99% |