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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 743 | 2023-10-27 15:08:38 | 62.50 | 96.2% |
| 378 | 2023-05-07 06:54:25 | 44.22 | 93% |