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 |
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4545 | 2018-03-20 07:44:20 | 70.09 | 98% |
3305 | 2017-10-17 06:58:36 | 64.02 | 99% |