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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1987 | 2021-09-21 22:02:24 | 96.77 | 99% |
| 437 | 2017-12-27 20:48:29 | 77.00 | 96% |