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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 782 | 2021-02-09 03:32:41 | 85.58 | 97% |
| 656 | 2021-01-20 23:34:24 | 84.30 | 98% |