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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 800 | 2021-10-19 13:47:32 | 54.61 | 97% |
| 499 | 2021-06-14 18:44:40 | 50.71 | 96% |