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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2829 | 2021-02-07 07:37:32 | 138.78 | 97.8% |
| 113 | 2019-09-24 05:45:18 | 102.40 | 97% |