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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1093 | 2021-09-18 15:39:33 | 45.49 | 93% |
| 490 | 2021-01-01 19:46:18 | 30.20 | 95% |