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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7330 | 2020-12-29 16:41:10 | 69.37 | 97% |
| 6054 | 2020-05-12 05:31:27 | 76.64 | 96% |