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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9817 | 2023-04-15 00:31:40 | 154.06 | 100% |
| 553 | 2020-05-23 06:24:02 | 98.85 | 98% |