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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 277 | 2021-02-25 16:55:44 | 37.40 | 94% |
| 217 | 2021-02-12 09:59:36 | 45.73 | 96.4% |