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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2053 | 2021-02-25 22:06:43 | 65.05 | 97% |
| 1455 | 2020-07-13 23:09:56 | 62.33 | 97% |