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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 799 | 2021-10-05 16:39:43 | 95.02 | 95% |
| 231 | 2021-09-14 16:13:37 | 93.03 | 95% |