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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3501 | 2019-08-23 18:07:03 | 84.83 | 97% |
| 1440 | 2019-06-28 18:31:43 | 82.29 | 96% |