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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7661 | 2023-09-18 05:31:26 | 84.97 | 99% |
| 1014 | 2021-04-11 07:13:15 | 55.55 | 95% |