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 |
---|---|---|---|
12488 | 2020-05-19 16:38:24 | 160.24 | 100% |
11039 | 2020-05-13 20:37:51 | 140.37 | 97% |
8260 | 2020-04-18 11:55:15 | 165.22 | 100% |
4210 | 2019-12-07 12:22:59 | 154.60 | 99% |
3708 | 2019-09-15 16:45:16 | 146.58 | 99% |