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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8973 | 2020-12-18 12:59:46 | 106.48 | 98% |
| 8105 | 2020-08-19 08:41:23 | 117.83 | 98% |
| 2797 | 2018-02-19 05:54:58 | 69.71 | 96% |