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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 341 | 2022-08-14 19:38:31 | 53.78 | 96% |
| 176 | 2022-08-06 20:45:48 | 53.71 | 95% |