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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1860 | 2018-12-14 23:18:00 | 80.59 | 98% |
| 1417 | 2018-12-09 22:00:15 | 78.92 | 98% |
| 1001 | 2018-12-05 14:53:28 | 76.19 | 95% |
| 440 | 2018-11-24 17:51:46 | 87.70 | 97% |