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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 917 | 2021-11-03 13:03:24 | 83.54 | 97% |
| 827 | 2021-04-07 04:35:07 | 58.55 | 95% |