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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 414 | 2022-02-02 14:43:51 | 134.35 | 98% |
| 153 | 2022-01-18 21:28:14 | 87.23 | 96% |
| 76 | 2022-01-14 18:08:27 | 122.56 | 98% |