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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2411 | 2023-12-06 04:02:49 | 79.14 | 97.6% |
| 897 | 2020-10-22 22:31:38 | 92.13 | 99% |