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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2263 | 2020-12-27 17:05:39 | 48.07 | 95% |
| 1364 | 2020-12-15 18:02:13 | 38.82 | 92% |