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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4067 | 2018-04-12 16:51:31 | 79.41 | 97% |
| 4011 | 2018-03-25 10:52:28 | 73.78 | 98% |