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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 496 | 2018-04-03 03:05:53 | 119.82 | 98% |
| 383 | 2018-03-28 11:56:54 | 115.07 | 97% |