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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 234 | 2018-04-03 15:45:57 | 56.13 | 98% |
| 175 | 2018-03-23 07:43:46 | 47.84 | 96% |