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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4239 | 2021-03-12 21:18:58 | 78.22 | 97% |
| 3537 | 2020-12-28 07:57:04 | 68.57 | 95% |