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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 881 | 2023-05-19 16:07:31 | 69.12 | 97% |
| 123 | 2023-05-01 01:32:13 | 72.43 | 97% |