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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1722 | 2018-12-11 06:30:26 | 79.64 | 96% |
| 203 | 2018-02-05 22:44:19 | 58.13 | 95% |