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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3550 | 2021-10-29 04:35:17 | 96.37 | 98% |
| 1099 | 2020-12-30 04:07:22 | 103.27 | 98% |