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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8256 | 2023-12-09 01:05:23 | 116.43 | 99.1% |
| 5539 | 2020-10-25 12:22:22 | 108.35 | 98% |