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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4305 | 2021-09-20 10:58:17 | 54.38 | 95% |
| 2615 | 2021-01-26 04:24:38 | 54.72 | 96% |