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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7075 | 2019-02-22 06:57:48 | 79.54 | 97% |
| 1886 | 2018-08-24 02:46:12 | 68.96 | 98% |
| 100 | 2018-04-27 00:48:25 | 57.45 | 98% |