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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4858 | 2024-07-25 05:11:17 | 78.73 | 97% |
| 1717 | 2023-02-03 06:36:55 | 90.31 | 99% |