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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12356 | 2018-08-24 20:44:52 | 158.24 | 99% |
| 12302 | 2018-08-23 21:10:26 | 146.08 | 98% |
| 12290 | 2018-08-23 21:03:26 | 155.53 | 99% |