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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5547 | 2021-01-23 18:44:21 | 104.00 | 99% |
| 4652 | 2021-01-11 01:31:29 | 113.55 | 99% |