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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3819 | 2021-09-19 02:34:15 | 43.55 | 96% |
| 457 | 2021-03-07 15:28:33 | 46.31 | 96% |