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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5188 | 2025-05-19 19:04:28 | 151.06 | 96.7% |
| 4610 | 2025-04-28 14:34:38 | 168.04 | 99.5% |
| 4338 | 2025-04-23 14:43:19 | 94.90 | 94.9% |