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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1782 | 2018-05-05 22:18:32 | 158.61 | 100% |
| 1613 | 2018-04-24 17:59:37 | 139.04 | 97% |
| 1446 | 2018-04-12 19:07:32 | 150.42 | 100% |
| 687 | 2018-01-30 02:29:19 | 148.75 | 99% |