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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 148 | 2021-11-14 04:27:10 | 66.12 | 96% |
| 37 | 2021-11-08 03:44:09 | 57.85 | 97% |