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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3301 | 2021-05-02 17:59:28 | 94.61 | 100% |
| 2862 | 2021-04-19 12:31:05 | 87.10 | 97% |
| 856 | 2017-10-01 20:20:32 | 72.84 | 99% |