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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2021-12-14 21:14:40 | 79.22 | 98% |
| 166 | 2021-11-05 18:06:53 | 64.43 | 97% |