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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3985 | 2025-04-12 18:00:50 | 100.80 | 97.6% |
| 3323 | 2025-03-15 05:20:59 | 95.71 | 97.9% |
| 2831 | 2022-10-12 19:18:11 | 111.78 | 99% |