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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1049 | 2021-01-16 14:03:56 | 75.03 | 97% |
| 796 | 2020-09-30 09:39:00 | 77.65 | 97% |