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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4142 | 2021-05-04 12:56:34 | 103.03 | 99% |
| 1937 | 2017-10-17 02:53:27 | 92.10 | 96% |
| 1570 | 2017-10-05 04:21:06 | 85.01 | 96% |