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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5317 | 2024-02-14 18:41:39 | 104.05 | 98% |
| 4422 | 2017-08-02 18:51:06 | 75.84 | 96% |