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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 994 | 2018-07-31 14:45:53 | 43.65 | 93% |
| 303 | 2018-07-06 22:30:37 | 35.72 | 93% |