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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2316 | 2019-07-13 17:41:55 | 94.10 | 97% |
| 477 | 2019-04-26 15:56:30 | 86.73 | 98% |