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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4015 | 2024-01-31 18:36:51 | 123.83 | 99% |
| 3522 | 2023-10-20 15:23:47 | 110.41 | 97.9% |