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 |
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1622 | 2022-12-13 11:56:48 | 128.23 | 97% |
722 | 2021-06-25 09:27:18 | 116.12 | 98% |