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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1057 | 2021-04-11 01:55:29 | 93.32 | 99% |
| 730 | 2021-03-11 02:21:38 | 78.79 | 98% |