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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1762 | 2022-10-21 00:27:08 | 115.74 | 98% |
| 995 | 2022-08-28 08:26:10 | 124.83 | 99% |