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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3675 | 2023-07-06 20:16:39 | 100.97 | 97% |
| 1937 | 2020-09-27 03:11:40 | 145.02 | 100% |