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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5429 | 2025-04-07 21:49:43 | 95.14 | 99.1% |
| 2338 | 2024-11-13 15:09:50 | 78.39 | 96.7% |