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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 252 | 2019-01-11 02:59:03 | 87.35 | 97% |
| 146 | 2018-09-26 01:54:17 | 69.16 | 95% |