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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4483 | 2024-07-20 17:42:37 | 119.06 | 96.9% |
| 4221 | 2022-12-02 23:25:06 | 121.93 | 95% |