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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2755 | 2019-07-02 01:13:12 | 112.70 | 97% |
| 2061 | 2019-05-06 14:23:24 | 109.86 | 98% |
| 562 | 2018-08-06 14:51:39 | 114.16 | 99% |