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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 453 | 2021-04-17 18:05:51 | 52.43 | 95% |
| 294 | 2021-02-11 06:13:34 | 36.43 | 93% |