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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1498 | 2020-08-24 20:17:41 | 52.45 | 100% |
| 1084 | 2020-08-13 04:23:16 | 50.23 | 99% |