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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3237 | 2021-07-08 18:10:26 | 98.53 | 98% |
| 1610 | 2021-03-23 21:39:37 | 72.67 | 97% |