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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5064 | 2021-06-10 16:53:15 | 64.44 | 97% |
| 4055 | 2021-04-29 07:02:25 | 72.99 | 97% |