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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2311 | 2021-01-11 14:52:26 | 38.16 | 95% |
| 1629 | 2020-02-06 13:56:05 | 41.33 | 94% |