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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1445 | 2023-08-09 08:06:24 | 67.11 | 97.1% |
| 1394 | 2023-08-03 10:34:05 | 72.48 | 98.2% |