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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1147 | 2017-08-15 19:31:25 | 67.52 | 97% |
| 930 | 2017-06-28 18:35:28 | 56.97 | 95% |