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 |
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3643 | 2019-03-26 03:22:44 | 178.86 | 99% |
3483 | 2019-03-20 22:50:10 | 173.41 | 98% |
2558 | 2019-02-27 02:32:12 | 175.38 | 99% |