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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2537 | 2020-04-04 11:19:16 | 109.14 | 99% |
| 1280 | 2018-12-08 14:14:59 | 95.17 | 97% |