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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1193 | 2024-09-06 12:52:23 | 77.83 | 97.7% |
| 459 | 2023-05-18 05:24:30 | 76.75 | 99.1% |