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 |
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14091 | 2023-02-02 01:27:30 | 74.62 | 97% |
11587 | 2021-04-13 06:21:15 | 71.26 | 98% |