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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 871 | 2021-01-29 03:27:27 | 114.04 | 99.5% |
| 683 | 2021-01-20 00:17:32 | 109.19 | 99% |