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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 517 | 2022-06-09 19:53:10 | 103.17 | 98% |
| 281 | 2021-07-10 18:52:47 | 85.76 | 97% |