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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1852 | 2021-09-05 13:59:11 | 89.25 | 99% |
| 1574 | 2021-08-25 10:36:11 | 74.05 | 97% |