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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1203 | 2019-06-26 14:32:26 | 90.87 | 99% |
| 906 | 2019-01-25 03:03:18 | 82.39 | 99% |
| 905 | 2019-01-25 03:02:37 | 77.02 | 97% |