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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4024 | 2018-04-19 03:41:16 | 109.34 | 98% |
| 3383 | 2018-01-07 05:56:02 | 115.89 | 99% |