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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1391 | 2019-11-27 06:22:09 | 74.49 | 97% |
| 623 | 2019-04-23 11:39:11 | 61.13 | 96% |