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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 580 | 2021-01-25 20:40:20 | 27.41 | 99% |
| 292 | 2020-12-25 23:30:32 | 24.59 | 96% |