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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9269 | 2018-05-20 08:11:52 | 80.66 | 98% |
| 8161 | 2017-09-30 18:56:06 | 75.76 | 98% |