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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 217 | 2020-12-23 06:09:37 | 76.03 | 97% |
| 17 | 2020-08-22 14:45:23 | 78.57 | 97% |