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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 394 | 2019-05-01 15:37:34 | 60.59 | 97% |
| 330 | 2019-05-01 14:23:58 | 58.98 | 98% |