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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8134 | 2018-08-26 17:28:11 | 80.77 | 100% |
| 2996 | 2017-09-12 18:10:18 | 62.59 | 100% |
| 2293 | 2017-07-30 16:27:28 | 73.65 | 100% |