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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21424 | 2020-07-30 08:09:22 | 139.45 | 99% |
| 21117 | 2020-07-26 19:21:39 | 128.76 | 98% |
| 20886 | 2020-07-24 10:42:54 | 126.74 | 99% |