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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3057 | 2024-06-03 13:49:22 | 101.28 | 99.1% |
| 1148 | 2018-04-15 05:47:49 | 77.58 | 97% |