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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1068 | 2025-01-31 12:00:29 | 117.55 | 97.8% |
| 1031 | 2025-01-02 02:19:15 | 122.48 | 99.1% |