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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5254 | 2017-07-19 15:11:45 | 91.06 | 98% |
| 5108 | 2017-07-15 06:06:27 | 102.23 | 98% |
| 4581 | 2017-07-02 14:41:47 | 105.16 | 98% |