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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 54822 | 2021-06-05 20:39:59 | 134.31 | 100% |
| 53358 | 2021-02-13 10:58:34 | 123.05 | 99.6% |