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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 971 | 2019-09-19 16:53:21 | 74.95 | 96% |
| 546 | 2019-08-29 09:25:06 | 66.53 | 95% |