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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 341 | 2022-09-09 10:08:21 | 68.00 | 100% |
| 226 | 2022-09-08 21:44:01 | 64.59 | 100% |