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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2118 | 2024-04-24 22:20:25 | 97.14 | 98.3% |
| 1365 | 2022-04-17 09:13:18 | 102.16 | 97% |