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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 603 | 2021-04-11 15:12:17 | 48.81 | 95% |
| 204 | 2021-03-12 14:13:30 | 36.66 | 95% |