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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 916 | 2023-08-18 17:20:49 | 114.66 | 100% |
| 588 | 2023-07-03 00:38:11 | 89.06 | 98% |
| 291 | 2023-06-20 18:52:18 | 101.58 | 98% |