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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2707 | 2020-05-19 16:38:23 | 175.46 | 98% |
| 1154 | 2020-01-04 09:47:50 | 172.15 | 99% |