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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2940 | 2021-09-06 09:42:28 | 86.25 | 98% |
| 357 | 2021-06-17 12:21:19 | 76.43 | 96% |