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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1576 | 2022-12-19 23:04:41 | 136.50 | 100% |
| 564 | 2022-02-09 17:18:31 | 104.92 | 99% |