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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2872 | 2022-02-17 01:03:37 | 87.92 | 99% |
| 2685 | 2021-12-14 22:59:04 | 110.56 | 100% |