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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1375 | 2021-06-05 14:22:45 | 97.77 | 98% |
| 1063 | 2019-06-16 12:49:08 | 95.16 | 99% |