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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1783 | 2020-05-16 19:27:08 | 53.77 | 96% |
| 789 | 2020-04-03 17:46:36 | 50.44 | 94% |