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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4811 | 2018-06-17 15:10:54 | 82.04 | 95% |
| 3508 | 2018-05-24 10:54:31 | 88.44 | 96% |
| 1118 | 2018-04-14 16:43:56 | 64.80 | 95% |