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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1233 | 2019-12-10 17:03:20 | 57.44 | 97% |
| 960 | 2019-10-30 13:15:53 | 42.54 | 99% |