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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10597 | 2020-02-24 16:41:35 | 106.16 | 98% |
| 7713 | 2019-11-30 11:29:37 | 72.65 | 95% |