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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8278 | 2020-12-23 16:29:04 | 82.56 | 98% |
| 6519 | 2020-10-24 17:26:28 | 77.24 | 97% |