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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 431 | 2021-02-20 22:35:03 | 119.75 | 96.6% |
| 21 | 2020-12-23 23:52:50 | 119.59 | 97% |