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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1289 | 2021-05-17 01:26:24 | 176.19 | 100% |
| 682 | 2021-03-04 06:04:27 | 151.81 | 99% |