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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2291 | 2019-08-28 18:49:42 | 74.03 | 92% |
| 561 | 2018-10-16 15:11:28 | 72.18 | 98% |
| 376 | 2018-09-14 17:35:39 | 72.82 | 97% |