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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4790 | 2018-09-12 17:22:50 | 60.51 | 97% |
| 4771 | 2018-09-07 15:11:41 | 70.99 | 96% |