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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 313 | 2019-07-17 04:02:15 | 75.39 | 98% |
| 282 | 2019-06-06 02:54:36 | 77.77 | 97% |