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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5279 | 2021-07-03 07:42:20 | 80.41 | 97% |
| 2938 | 2021-03-11 15:47:59 | 76.67 | 97% |
| 2483 | 2021-02-23 15:05:53 | 79.32 | 98.2% |