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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2502 | 2023-07-03 00:37:57 | 179.68 | 98.7% |
| 1827 | 2022-11-02 03:30:54 | 169.71 | 99% |