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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 291 | 2021-05-25 02:10:40 | 43.71 | 94% |
| 143 | 2021-04-22 20:19:12 | 55.35 | 98% |