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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18975 | 2018-03-31 19:29:08 | 184.20 | 99% |
| 18236 | 2017-11-19 18:50:59 | 191.90 | 100% |