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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1829 | 2021-02-08 18:09:51 | 73.86 | 97.4% |
| 935 | 2020-08-11 08:16:00 | 59.08 | 95% |