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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3036 | 2021-12-21 16:03:18 | 72.64 | 97% |
| 856 | 2021-07-03 15:13:02 | 70.52 | 98% |