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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2046 | 2021-08-10 10:07:44 | 129.05 | 97% |
| 1509 | 2021-06-17 09:25:07 | 138.48 | 99% |
| 158 | 2021-02-02 06:56:41 | 141.28 | 97.8% |
| 54 | 2021-01-23 01:30:53 | 134.80 | 99% |