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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1597 | 2022-01-07 09:23:29 | 74.42 | 99% |
| 428 | 2021-05-09 05:37:44 | 63.27 | 97% |