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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2905 | 2018-02-19 11:11:41 | 130.88 | 98% |
| 2141 | 2018-01-25 11:32:02 | 133.00 | 100% |