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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3143 | 2020-12-16 21:28:05 | 57.29 | 97% |
| 2208 | 2020-10-20 23:32:28 | 66.57 | 99% |