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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1828 | 2023-02-17 21:24:51 | 77.35 | 97% |
| 1657 | 2023-01-01 07:23:38 | 77.29 | 98% |