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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 628 | 2021-07-03 21:18:27 | 100.47 | 97% |
| 611 | 2021-06-25 09:27:22 | 96.80 | 97% |