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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6256 | 2025-07-06 20:24:03 | 116.15 | 98% |
| 4320 | 2025-04-03 16:02:55 | 91.37 | 96.1% |