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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3695 | 2022-04-04 02:49:20 | 126.01 | 99% |
| 3522 | 2020-11-19 06:23:52 | 125.32 | 98% |