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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1499 | 2022-03-26 13:06:42 | 107.54 | 100% |
| 625 | 2021-03-07 15:59:10 | 77.86 | 97% |