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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7068 | 2020-12-29 10:56:52 | 141.65 | 96% |
| 5009 | 2019-05-24 20:21:48 | 147.86 | 98% |
| 3844 | 2019-04-09 08:08:44 | 151.79 | 99% |