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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2968 | 2021-12-22 17:09:29 | 100.88 | 99% |
| 2387 | 2020-12-01 09:48:02 | 90.53 | 98% |