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 |
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2077 | 2017-12-12 00:16:07 | 52.65 | 97% |
1598 | 2017-10-06 04:21:02 | 58.62 | 97% |