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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4684 | 2018-10-15 17:41:04 | 91.72 | 98% |
| 3152 | 2018-02-07 14:49:44 | 88.07 | 99% |