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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 709 | 2021-09-03 16:33:26 | 58.84 | 99% |
| 304 | 2021-08-18 13:47:35 | 49.43 | 95% |