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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11013 | 2020-02-10 18:09:54 | 105.24 | 100% |
| 3779 | 2018-05-31 19:53:18 | 102.84 | 99% |
| 1142 | 2018-02-22 18:10:24 | 98.25 | 98% |