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 |
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834 | 2021-05-22 23:13:24 | 83.17 | 99% |
220 | 2020-11-28 07:04:53 | 70.48 | 97% |