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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1312 | 2022-01-03 09:46:55 | 89.91 | 98% |
| 330 | 2021-06-12 17:28:42 | 92.14 | 98% |