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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1464 | 2021-09-06 14:47:30 | 73.96 | 96% |
| 1191 | 2021-03-13 11:05:59 | 74.24 | 96% |