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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1179 | 2021-06-08 08:01:39 | 29.27 | 94% |
| 341 | 2021-05-05 07:04:52 | 27.54 | 93% |