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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 950 | 2018-07-14 20:34:23 | 78.10 | 97% |
| 56 | 2017-12-12 20:19:54 | 76.82 | 96% |