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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1478 | 2019-11-29 22:29:36 | 158.60 | 99% |
| 94 | 2018-02-26 09:00:19 | 117.59 | 99% |
| 81 | 2018-02-26 08:48:01 | 146.74 | 99% |