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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19357 | 2022-05-31 03:37:08 | 111.40 | 97% |
| 5042 | 2020-03-11 05:30:15 | 82.87 | 97% |
| 2642 | 2020-02-15 04:00:20 | 91.13 | 97% |