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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4016 | 2023-11-02 07:34:27 | 130.29 | 98.2% |
| 1697 | 2017-11-23 09:55:58 | 101.51 | 97% |