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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19346 | 2020-05-29 12:58:13 | 110.15 | 98% |
| 11269 | 2017-08-07 10:53:13 | 107.81 | 98% |