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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13604 | 2021-04-12 13:18:03 | 123.94 | 98% |
| 560 | 2020-04-14 14:36:13 | 104.24 | 99% |