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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1297 | 2021-03-05 13:06:13 | 102.46 | 97% |
| 77 | 2021-01-15 21:06:12 | 97.93 | 98% |