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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7086 | 2023-05-14 12:23:47 | 139.66 | 99% |
| 3470 | 2020-12-26 22:38:50 | 131.75 | 98% |