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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 287 | 2018-09-18 14:01:31 | 64.00 | 98% |
| 218 | 2018-09-15 13:10:36 | 69.10 | 99% |