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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4349 | 2020-12-20 07:51:09 | 87.54 | 97% |
| 4002 | 2020-12-10 08:37:49 | 67.15 | 95% |