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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2021-08-13 08:20:29 | 45.88 | 94% |
| 47 | 2021-07-11 05:57:54 | 41.43 | 96% |