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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7056 | 2021-06-11 22:18:58 | 109.25 | 97% |
| 6753 | 2021-06-08 06:16:06 | 119.97 | 99% |
| 287 | 2021-03-12 03:04:54 | 93.88 | 97% |