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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4803 | 2025-04-28 12:39:15 | 136.60 | 100% |
| 4615 | 2025-03-28 17:57:51 | 111.30 | 98.3% |
| 2984 | 2024-07-06 14:51:42 | 110.91 | 97.5% |