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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1908 | 2023-02-04 22:23:52 | 52.62 | 97% |
| 1821 | 2023-02-04 15:14:05 | 61.46 | 95% |