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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4123 | 2018-07-09 12:57:55 | 62.78 | 98% |
| 3189 | 2017-07-13 06:09:17 | 52.68 | 97% |
| 2968 | 2017-07-03 02:09:18 | 60.40 | 99% |