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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1057 | 2019-02-22 06:57:44 | 90.76 | 98% |
| 328 | 2019-02-10 17:22:41 | 85.13 | 98% |