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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1469 | 2020-01-15 14:53:09 | 73.47 | 96% |
| 369 | 2019-01-27 12:03:23 | 107.57 | 99% |
| 100 | 2019-01-06 21:51:06 | 85.87 | 98% |