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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1673 | 2019-03-29 19:13:48 | 116.66 | 98% |
| 947 | 2019-03-20 18:24:42 | 120.76 | 99% |