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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2032 | 2018-11-28 02:33:53 | 69.24 | 96% |
1824 | 2018-09-20 17:40:40 | 78.62 | 99% |