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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7844 | 2020-06-02 00:55:36 | 108.07 | 99% |
| 471 | 2020-02-03 01:26:34 | 76.25 | 97% |