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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 424 | 2020-12-19 18:01:22 | 106.05 | 97% |
| 196 | 2020-12-16 12:50:36 | 86.15 | 96% |