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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9550 | 2021-10-06 05:04:48 | 91.92 | 94% |
| 5372 | 2019-04-19 20:38:05 | 126.42 | 99% |