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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1176 | 2022-02-25 18:43:34 | 84.28 | 96% |
| 211 | 2020-09-13 10:27:38 | 72.36 | 96% |