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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 404 | 2022-04-26 20:21:17 | 63.91 | 95% |
| 37 | 2022-03-06 12:19:57 | 41.87 | 93% |