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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1806 | 2020-02-06 17:52:04 | 62.22 | 97% |
| 987 | 2019-06-30 15:27:22 | 50.10 | 97% |