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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13872 | 2020-12-31 13:09:12 | 160.90 | 99% |
| 13393 | 2020-10-18 18:46:07 | 143.25 | 98% |