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 | 2022-04-13 14:06:58 | 104.53 | 99% |
| 745 | 2019-08-18 12:50:44 | 66.10 | 95% |