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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 705 | 2021-04-05 00:12:00 | 66.97 | 98% |
| 16 | 2021-02-16 00:49:09 | 58.10 | 96.6% |