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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 917 | 2019-10-29 23:35:00 | 69.56 | 96% |
| 187 | 2018-07-19 22:18:15 | 58.93 | 95% |