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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1588 | 2018-04-01 07:04:51 | 60.07 | 96% |
| 166 | 2017-11-09 05:42:32 | 55.70 | 96% |