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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1927 | 2023-08-17 15:06:45 | 102.55 | 97% |
| 226 | 2020-05-21 17:56:29 | 85.67 | 95% |