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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4876 | 2025-01-18 00:29:49 | 68.96 | 96% |
| 2073 | 2021-03-19 22:29:57 | 76.66 | 97% |