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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3290 | 2022-02-03 19:00:37 | 78.25 | 98% |
| 1102 | 2021-04-18 05:31:53 | 67.90 | 98% |