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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5132 | 2018-05-16 16:54:16 | 77.49 | 99% |
| 4978 | 2018-05-10 15:35:03 | 67.54 | 97% |
| 4652 | 2018-04-21 08:01:25 | 53.63 | 95% |