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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2322 | 2021-01-19 05:23:18 | 55.12 | 99% |
| 80 | 2020-12-28 12:36:20 | 50.22 | 98% |
| 64 | 2020-12-28 09:47:11 | 52.89 | 99% |