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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 872 | 2020-12-23 21:42:18 | 74.84 | 97% |
| 864 | 2020-12-22 08:26:41 | 74.81 | 97% |