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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4094 | 2018-01-14 09:28:21 | 92.14 | 97% |
| 3394 | 2017-11-25 12:12:30 | 83.08 | 96% |