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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 255 | 2024-04-24 02:18:15 | 124.59 | 99.1% |
| 105 | 2019-07-04 13:24:33 | 108.67 | 99% |