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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1160 | 2021-04-27 08:57:15 | 57.12 | 93% |
| 959 | 2021-03-14 10:10:24 | 54.06 | 94% |