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 |
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281 | 2023-09-19 05:37:29 | 68.94 | 97% |
176 | 2023-09-14 08:29:42 | 77.93 | 100% |