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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 302 | 2021-06-07 22:56:08 | 88.52 | 96% |
| 212 | 2020-08-27 12:44:02 | 82.80 | 97% |