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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3987 | 2018-12-15 06:14:55 | 60.44 | 95% |
| 835 | 2018-10-08 10:07:37 | 55.13 | 94% |