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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11318 | 2018-01-30 09:00:22 | 159.51 | 99% |
| 11317 | 2018-01-30 08:59:37 | 119.00 | 96% |