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 |
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140 | 2025-05-24 01:18:14 | 81.67 | 96.6% |