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 |
---|---|---|---|
10380 | 2018-01-20 21:27:33 | 166.49 | 100% |
9222 | 2017-07-27 21:11:32 | 164.29 | 100% |
9036 | 2017-07-10 17:54:08 | 163.69 | 100% |
9035 | 2017-07-10 17:53:45 | 147.71 | 99% |