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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6358 | 2018-07-12 23:15:32 | 116.47 | 98% |
| 5207 | 2018-06-16 23:11:34 | 132.15 | 99% |
| 3695 | 2018-05-05 23:49:35 | 101.33 | 95% |
| 2892 | 2018-03-03 22:23:38 | 122.08 | 99% |