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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2441 | 2021-05-16 15:28:11 | 73.29 | 98% |
| 1948 | 2021-04-16 08:29:40 | 73.94 | 97% |