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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4331 | 2024-01-22 10:25:39 | 101.43 | 98% |
| 3769 | 2022-05-31 09:41:40 | 100.16 | 99% |