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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2846 | 2018-02-14 18:28:15 | 111.33 | 98% |
| 2494 | 2018-01-18 14:49:19 | 119.17 | 100% |