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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 768 | 2021-11-14 21:53:46 | 101.97 | 96% |
| 469 | 2021-01-11 02:26:08 | 87.22 | 96% |