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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17650 | 2019-07-19 19:38:27 | 100.94 | 98% |
| 15262 | 2019-01-21 21:25:31 | 109.07 | 100% |
| 14493 | 2018-12-11 08:16:30 | 110.37 | 99% |
| 9954 | 2017-07-08 05:39:04 | 113.98 | 100% |