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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6094 | 2018-09-24 23:13:44 | 114.91 | 98% |
| 6041 | 2018-09-21 12:40:30 | 106.39 | 98% |
| 1993 | 2017-07-12 20:28:17 | 116.23 | 99% |