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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1725 | 2018-10-14 14:04:28 | 40.87 | 96% |
| 1101 | 2017-07-10 06:52:30 | 40.13 | 95% |