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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
9234 2023-10-14 03:06:50 140.79 96.6%
3542 2021-11-20 11:04:28 174.99 99%
702 2021-08-19 04:31:22 182.13 100%