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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5619 | 2024-03-12 00:52:31 | 86.24 | 96.4% |
| 1687 | 2020-11-05 08:38:26 | 64.31 | 95% |