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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6126 | 2019-10-31 03:02:57 | 143.29 | 100% |
| 5995 | 2018-08-24 20:44:54 | 143.70 | 100% |
| 5596 | 2017-07-23 23:54:36 | 141.02 | 100% |