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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2931 | 2021-10-11 11:12:45 | 77.52 | 98% |
| 1518 | 2021-05-31 17:52:20 | 54.67 | 95% |