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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11046 | 2025-04-04 18:21:17 | 100.68 | 96% |
| 4542 | 2019-06-04 10:11:57 | 118.72 | 97% |