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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5442 | 2018-01-26 04:43:05 | 53.84 | 96% |
| 4571 | 2017-09-07 10:49:27 | 54.14 | 96% |