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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1760 | 2020-10-15 05:52:57 | 58.58 | 95% |
| 1111 | 2019-10-26 05:33:42 | 51.35 | 97% |