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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9768 | 2021-06-18 19:44:04 | 107.48 | 97% |
| 7947 | 2021-05-15 17:34:43 | 105.78 | 97% |
| 6902 | 2021-04-29 21:31:21 | 102.84 | 98% |