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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4452 | 2021-04-07 02:28:09 | 116.40 | 99% |
| 3537 | 2021-01-26 22:31:53 | 120.23 | 100% |
| 2246 | 2020-12-14 09:08:57 | 106.28 | 99% |