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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3214 | 2024-01-29 15:02:02 | 113.27 | 97.5% |
| 1933 | 2021-09-29 17:25:21 | 79.74 | 99% |