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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1936 | 2024-01-31 05:37:35 | 108.42 | 97% |
| 1323 | 2024-01-11 11:12:13 | 112.59 | 98.3% |