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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 500 | 2022-07-24 18:31:48 | 71.06 | 97% |
| 351 | 2022-07-19 20:26:21 | 75.36 | 97% |