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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5441 | 2020-05-25 02:10:10 | 100.22 | 97% |
| 687 | 2019-05-27 14:55:41 | 92.10 | 98% |