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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1158 | 2017-09-19 05:00:26 | 158.04 | 98% |
| 375 | 2017-09-08 00:46:18 | 138.77 | 96% |
| 178 | 2017-09-06 20:50:36 | 142.12 | 97% |