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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3109 | 2021-03-20 19:01:20 | 91.40 | 97% |
| 1194 | 2020-07-21 03:21:16 | 97.74 | 97% |