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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2740 | 2018-03-06 16:41:34 | 131.53 | 97% |
| 206 | 2017-07-31 18:13:57 | 142.35 | 98% |