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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4348 | 2018-11-24 18:12:55 | 71.80 | 98% |
| 3118 | 2018-02-26 16:28:40 | 68.61 | 97% |