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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21746 | 2018-12-25 09:42:17 | 80.06 | 100% |
| 19848 | 2018-03-05 04:25:22 | 77.80 | 99% |
| 16790 | 2018-02-15 00:51:30 | 78.21 | 98% |