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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4441 | 2019-08-08 17:21:40 | 112.54 | 99% |
| 2922 | 2018-01-01 18:42:58 | 96.35 | 98% |
| 1898 | 2017-07-08 14:40:01 | 89.39 | 96% |