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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6165 | 2020-01-27 17:52:48 | 55.06 | 96% |
| 3888 | 2019-04-21 21:30:28 | 48.95 | 94% |