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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 741 | 2023-05-20 12:48:42 | 100.25 | 99% |
| 627 | 2023-03-06 14:15:00 | 114.61 | 99% |