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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4563 | 2018-06-16 05:06:01 | 101.59 | 96% |
| 3924 | 2017-12-02 20:22:59 | 110.15 | 97% |