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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 738 | 2021-11-12 17:06:19 | 56.82 | 97% |
| 729 | 2021-07-01 14:48:36 | 54.49 | 96% |