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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2683 | 2019-12-02 18:16:16 | 58.53 | 96% |
| 2237 | 2019-07-13 20:43:52 | 49.80 | 93% |