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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1614 | 2023-11-22 12:53:12 | 82.12 | 97.5% |
| 527 | 2023-08-22 15:46:06 | 76.16 | 97.8% |