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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 514 | 2021-09-25 05:41:48 | 34.14 | 91% |
| 179 | 2021-09-12 14:34:06 | 38.02 | 94% |