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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30364 | 2019-11-17 02:22:27 | 175.23 | 100% |
| 17392 | 2018-12-03 17:15:21 | 147.97 | 100% |