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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6787 | 2022-02-07 11:19:53 | 68.36 | 97% |
| 5611 | 2020-10-09 07:30:17 | 79.92 | 100% |