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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12196 | 2020-04-24 21:51:32 | 97.56 | 98% |
| 11064 | 2020-04-15 12:03:31 | 91.30 | 99% |