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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1945 | 2022-02-02 02:45:21 | 97.88 | 97% |
| 981 | 2021-05-12 04:07:51 | 83.78 | 96% |