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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3395 | 2020-08-09 21:43:51 | 102.21 | 98% |
| 1761 | 2020-04-18 23:22:47 | 95.17 | 97% |