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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2566 | 2022-09-22 07:17:53 | 56.39 | 95% |
| 1402 | 2022-07-28 10:08:59 | 73.63 | 99% |