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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1448 | 2020-01-05 13:33:23 | 177.39 | 100% |
| 1437 | 2020-01-04 09:47:51 | 163.36 | 100% |