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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1400 | 2020-11-12 19:18:39 | 76.52 | 99% |
| 954 | 2020-10-24 17:26:30 | 72.86 | 96% |