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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3674 | 2017-12-31 09:36:17 | 105.57 | 100% |
| 2575 | 2017-12-21 00:54:02 | 99.26 | 99% |
| 2273 | 2017-12-18 04:11:05 | 64.78 | 97% |