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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1294 | 2023-03-09 20:34:13 | 92.28 | 99% |
| 620 | 2022-05-13 09:30:20 | 93.10 | 99% |