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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 572 | 2021-02-05 17:34:31 | 62.35 | 93.5% |
| 39 | 2021-01-13 04:36:51 | 52.78 | 92% |