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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1829 | 2021-01-25 19:18:13 | 111.07 | 99% |
| 1727 | 2021-01-19 13:24:21 | 92.78 | 98% |