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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20010 | 2017-09-23 12:44:58 | 67.24 | 97% |
| 17521 | 2017-07-23 08:19:46 | 82.12 | 97% |