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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2699 | 2019-06-26 06:21:26 | 86.52 | 98% |
1096 | 2019-01-11 02:35:37 | 75.08 | 97% |