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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 993 | 2021-02-15 23:07:47 | 89.73 | 98.2% |
| 606 | 2017-07-15 21:19:26 | 60.19 | 95% |