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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1710 | 2021-11-16 12:59:14 | 59.17 | 95% |
| 516 | 2021-09-07 08:32:29 | 54.66 | 95% |