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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 827 | 2018-08-24 23:43:14 | 53.77 | 96% |
| 295 | 2018-07-22 19:37:12 | 44.79 | 97% |