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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3330 | 2021-01-06 19:31:09 | 69.05 | 100% |
| 2362 | 2020-11-24 16:15:20 | 59.01 | 99% |