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 |
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482 | 2017-11-16 05:00:57 | 44.77 | 94% |
30 | 2017-10-01 05:46:26 | 31.00 | 91% |