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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1501 | 2021-11-20 13:47:37 | 105.89 | 97% |
| 432 | 2021-06-13 16:37:31 | 89.13 | 97% |